Yeah, that’s right, eat it don’t tweet it.  I suddenly find myself in an awkward position.  These recent years I have found myself making fun of people who can’t seem to simply enjoy their food, they need to take a picture of it and share it with whoever is following them on Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Pinterest, Tumblr, Instagram, Flickr, or whatever the hottest social media expression is these days.

I need Pictures!

However, I have entered a new arena called blogging, and I need pictures!  I understand that my blog posts are just that much more interesting if I accompany them with photos.  We officially live in a sound-bite generation, where I am told I need to keep my paragraphs short, change font size, add bold typeface, and have pictures whenever possible.

I keep telling my wife that whenever we go out, I need to take pictures.  I have a damn iphone, but I feel like such a foodie geek when I whip it out in a restaurant.  Someone might see me!  I am afraid that I am back in my Los Angeles days, I guess.  The result is that I don’t take pictures.  I am forced to rely on my kids sharing their photos with me, because they have no such insecurities–it is part of their makeup.

What’s a blogger to do?

What is a blogger to do?  I know the answer to this, but I don’t know if I am capable of changing my stripes, getting over myself, and just taking the darn photos.

It is tough, though.  I go to many bars and restaurants in town where people know me.  How can I continue to make fun of those photo-foodie-fanatics (Yeah, besides short paragraphs and everything else, I am supposed to use tricks like alliteration), if I am one of them?